For decades, I swore to friends that I would never buy a gun who's name sounded like someone in the bathroom after a night of partying. Glock. Well this past weekend, I broke that vow. I purchased a Glock Model 20 from a local individual. What made me cross the line? Was it the caliber? Nope. Was it the gun's reputation for reliability? Nope. In fact this gun can't even be fired. It's what's known as a cutaway.
For those who can't appreciate cutaways, that's OK, I understand, but being a dyed in the wool gearhead, I enjoy all things mechanical, and when you can peek inside, it's as good as it gets for someone like me! Sorry it had to be a Glock, but I just couldn't pass it up for the price. These were made for LE dealers only, and it came with the box that even says it's a cut away. And no, while it's completely operational, it is can not be fired.
For those who can't appreciate cutaways, that's OK, I understand, but being a dyed in the wool gearhead, I enjoy all things mechanical, and when you can peek inside, it's as good as it gets for someone like me! Sorry it had to be a Glock, but I just couldn't pass it up for the price. These were made for LE dealers only, and it came with the box that even says it's a cut away. And no, while it's completely operational, it is can not be fired.